The Heartwood lustmord and wargasm

Once more Luke found himself in the small forest that the river snaked through, having found it a comfortable place to rest. He was nestled in a dense thicket to catch an afternoon nap, his white coat as best hidden as it could be, when the hoofed monarch strolled past him with nary an ear twitch to indicate it had sensed the predator. Luke watched it with a small smile, reflecting on his previous home which had an elk hide lining the floor of his den, and someday he would have another den with another hide to lay on. It was far more comfortable than the bare earth.

It was not long before the blue-nosed wolf's ear swiveled to softer sounds of another creature walking - a dark-furred wolf who seemed to be following the elk's trail. Luke crawled out from his makeshift bed, giving his coat a vigorous shake to dislodge small bits of branch and fir needles. He arched his back into a long stretch and then approached the other male with a wagging tail and affable smile. "You after that elk?" he queried with a hopeful look and ears perked with interest.